Chapter 8 The Heart Is Like a Mirror

The rules of the conference are very simple. More than 1,000 people participated in this time, divided into ten groups for a scuffle. In the end, 30 people won. Each group won three, and the competition was very fierce. Therefore, the Yuanying period is only at the bottom of this kind of conference. Think about it, the empty underworld period can burst out the same power in the air, even higher, and it is highly mobile. It's strange not to lose.

The practitioners can burst out powerful power by relying on magic weapons. A magic weapon at the level of blazing fire beads can completely make a Yuanying period challenge the empty underworld period and even kill it. Therefore, the conference stipulates that no one is allowed to use magic weapons, and these weapons such as flying swords are all provided uniformly, and they are the lowest-level magic weapons. Sword practitioners can only use their sword awn and cannot use their sword babies to attack.

Of course, if you practice a powerful Taoism, this can't stop you from exerting it, because it's your opportunity. After all, luck is also a kind of strength.

Everything is for fairness and justice.

More than a thousand people are divided into ten groups, each with more than 100 people, and naturally they will naturally compare on the largest martial arts platform in the middle.

After Mokong announced the start of the conference, he came to the pre-prepared stand. The people who could be here were all the figures of Mount Taishan Beidou in the Xiuzhen world, such as Tianqing, Yao Yan and so on. At this time, they watched the first group of people come to the stage, and Yao Yan couldn't help laughing.

"Mokong, let's see if your two apprentices are strong or our two apprentices this time, haha."

In the world of cultivation, the only name of Mokong is Yao Yan. His status is not inferior to that of Mokong. He is also known as Yao Sheng, and he is also a highly prestigious figure. It's not that Xuantian is not respected, but Xuantian is the most mysterious of the three patriarchs, without a trace, and people are more in awe of him. However, the disciples of Xuantianzong knew that their suzerain was approachable and were very good to his disciples at each teaching meeting, but outsiders rarely saw him and felt awe.

"Haha, Ling Feng's talent is indeed very high, but I think he may kill a dark horse this time." Mokong Fuxu smiled and said, he remembered Xiaohong. Although his cultivation was only in the first infancy, the latter's mood was the highest among all the young generations he had seen, and the unity of nature and man had not allowed him.

"I hope you can break through." Mokong looked at Xiaohong's purified cave, and only those with a high understanding of Buddhism could see a strange change there.

"Oh?" Yao Yan was surprised and looked along Mokong's eyes, but he didn't see anything. He felt that Mokong was not aimless for no reason, and he was a little curious now.

The conference is in full swing, while on the other side, Xiaohong is still quietly purifying these yin spirits in the cave.

The black air mass in the magic array has disappeared, leaving only a few wisps of black gas, and it is about to be purified. Even Xiaohong didn't know that he had gained so much from purifying these yin spirits this time.

Every time he purifies a yin spirit, he will listen to the yin spirit's narration and wash away his sins with Buddha's qi. He quietly listens to every yin spirit's narration. He was immersive, felt the pain of the yin spirit, turned himself into the yin spirit himself, and felt their lives with the yin spirit's narration. Because only in this way can we be more relevant to the personal experience of yin and wash away their sins.

This is very dangerous. If you don't have a strong will, I'm afraid you will get lost in those gloomy memories and lose yourself. But there is also a great opportunity. Every experience is like experiencing a reincarnation, and such opportunities to refine the state of mind are unavoidable. Although Xiaohong's previous life left a lot of things to Xiaohong, there is one thing that is incomplete, that is, his memory is left only fragments of memory.

These yin spirits are different. Each of them is a person's life. Xiaohong experiences their life like a reincarnation. In addition to the powerful secret methods, the biggest treasure left to Xiaohong in the previous life is the experience of dealing with people, which is extremely valuable experience, and experiencing reincarnation is infinitely amplifying the value of these treasures.

"Sneer!"

This is the last wisp of black gas. As always, Xiaohong was immersed in the shadow *, reading obscure inscriptions in his mouth, and the looming inscriptions of the Buddha beads in his hand have been replaced by clear inscriptions. Xiaohong's whole body emitted a faint golden light, which is a Buddha, which makes people can't help but feel worship.

As the last wisp was purified into the transparent soul spirit and sank into the golden wheel of the sun, Xiaohong's constant body trembled, and there was joy, anger, sorrow and joy on his face. In the end, they were all calm, no joy or sorrow, as if the five faces of the King Wuming had changed once. Finally, he opened his eyes.

There is no fine light, no electric light, only a pair of eyes like bright stars, and the deep eyes make people can't help but feel trapped. Those eyes seemed to see through reincarnation, life and death, heaven and earth, and laws. Xiaohong's heart is like water, and there is no wave.

The heart is like a mirror, without joy or sadness, even Xiaohong did not find that this mirror reflects the evolution of everything in the world.

The heart is like a mirror, and Xiaohong has surpassed the realm of the unity of heaven and man and entered a higher level.

If the unity of heaven and man is one with heaven and earth, I am heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are me. Xiaohong has now jumped out of the world, like a bystander.

Stretching out a hand, the crystal Buddha light circulated on his body. He took over the golden wheel of the sun, and there were some ancient inscriptions on it. Xiaohong seemed to understand the obscure inscriptions. Not only him, but even the big sun golden wheel has changed slightly.

Xiaohong put away the golden wheel of the sun and closed his eyes. When he opened it again, he was no more extraordinary and free from the world, and he returned to the former Xiaohong.

The heart is like a mirror, which is his greatest harvest this time.

Xiaohong suddenly remembered that the Baizong Martial Arts Conference was about to begin. He quickly drove the flying sword and rushed there. After Xiaohong left, the cave returned to normal. Without Buddha's light, everything was silent. Because he was in a hurry, Xiaohong did not find that the inscription on the Buddha beads in his hand began to gradually disappear, which made him miss a great opportunity.

"Let's start the last group, please take the stage." The host of the conference is Master Mani, the younger brother of Mokong.

As Mani's words fell, the contestants rubbed their fists and feet, eager to try, and hurried to the stage to choose a good position. In the previous comparison, they also saw how important a good position is. If it is in the middle, it is to die.

After the players went up, a huge energy mask was lit up on the martial arts stage to prevent energy leakage. After all, the aftershock of more than 100 people was horrible.

"Wait." Just as Monnie was about to announce the start, a voice suddenly sounded and everyone looked up.

The person who came was Xiaohong from the Royal Sword. As soon as he landed, he apologized and saluted Tianqing: "Master, I'm coming."

"You boy, the competition is almost over. Come here and come to me." Tianqing didn't know whether he was angry or smiling and frowned.

"Yes." Xiaohong said respectfully that this time he did not come with the heart to participate in the competition. He only thought about Mohai's last wish and purifying the yin spirit. He did it, and it doesn't matter if he didn't participate in the competition. As soon as he stepped out, he stopped in the air and looked up in one direction.

There, a woman had curd white jade-like skin, with a faint crystal, and her face was full of surprises, and a pair of eyes as gentle as water stared at Xiaohong. Yanhong's lips buzzed but couldn't say a word.

"How have you been recently?" Xiaohong's tender voice.

PS: The first update is a little late. I'm sorry, I wish you all a happy May Day. Give me some comfort for the sake of the little monkey who still needs to code words on May Day...